4:57am London time.
So it seems we haven’t travel blogged in a while. Our sincerest apologies! Know that we didn’t morph into ignorant snobbies who are too cool to blog, it actually means our trip escalated in awesomeness in the time since. Instead the spare seconds have been dedicated to a very top secret quest (but for fear of losing sanity we cannot disclose such top secret information to which the curious minds might be wondering).
Anyhoo, there’ll be plenty of wicked photos on Bri’s and Rosie’s Facebook albums to make up for our blogging shortcomings and I’ll stir up a Flickr one for added dimension.
In the meantime some notable highlights since my last blog…
Barcelona: Don’t buy a Learn to Speak Spanish book in Spain if you seriously want to learn the language (the phrases you learn are hogwash ‘My pot was made of copper but because of oxidization it turned this seagreen colour’ — not an actual sentence found in the book but you get my drift). Barcelona is my kind of town… The kids wear Ray Bans and jean vests. It’s multicultural, multilingual, and multibeautiful. The DELICIOUS fruit and 60 cent beers. There are paella buffets! And the city is decorated with Gaudi’s genius (case in point, Park Guell). Nothing to be ashamed of I think, I really do turn into Forrest Gump when I hear firecrackers.
Paris: Seeing the city at night on top of the Eiffel Tower with, not one, but two people I love. (Aw.) Finding hearty Pho soup when we were just about to give up the search. Witnessing mutliple french kisses in a French park in France. Listening to an old man playing the violin with his wife, playing the accordion. Yummy croissants. And let the record show French men are the perviest we’ve encountered!
London: Rosie’s sweet cousins and their significant others putting up with our wacky Canadian ways. If Oprah decides to spoil me with a brand new closet, it would be full of wonderful things from Camden Market. (Time to channel The Secret.) Unfortunately no sightings of Prince Harry in his boxers at Buckingham, but there’s always next time. Pasaje del Terror. Seeing where the Madness (as in the 2-hit band) started off. Manor House (Hendrix fans you best believe it’s a Costcutter supermarket now)! Hearing “I’ve had the time of my life, no I never felt like this before….” (Dirty Dancing fans know this song well) blasting on the speakers outside Picadilly the night before Bri and I leave for Vancouver. Listening to the Culp-Newton Symphony of Snores and realizing I just spent the last 5 weeks, 24 hours/day, 7 day/week with my two homegals without a single fight! Shazam! Take that Ripley’s Believe It or Not!
Europa 2009 — a smashing success! Why indeed :)
Lav,
Jasel
